Last night, my brain invented a new game. It might not be a bestseller this Christmas, but it would definitely make the news if it was real.

The dream started with Mak and Ellie – our former colleague from SND, the company we’re partnered with – at my house. I was doing work for SND and Ellie kept saying how quick I was. This is not dissimilar to real life I might add. While I was waiting for something to load, I leaned back in my chair, balancing it on the two legs. She tipped the chair – causing me to fall off – and laughed. It wasn’t a mean laugh, it was a “that was really funny so long as you didn’t die and you’re not hurt” kind of laugh that friends do when they play pranks on each other.

Ellie went off to get a yellow drink from one of those shot dispensers you get in bars that was nailed to the wall. She offered me and Mak a drink, but we both declined. After she’d got her drink, we set up the game.

The game was a board game called Choke Or Die. Not dissimilar to the version of Russian roulette that you get with the chocolates and one of them are spicy, only these were made from a special ingredient that made you choke. I was dubious about playing the game, not only because I didn’t like the idea of choking to death, but because I didn’t understand how the chocolates made you choke. Mak suggested “​Maybe it’s got BBQ onions” which I still don’t understand. I expressed my concerns over the whole choking thing to Ellie, who just said “Don’t worry, just slap your throat.”

Cut to a few minutes later when she is performing the Heimlich manoeuvre on me.
‘Is it working?’ she asked.
‘Well, I haven’t actually taken a chocolate yet,’ I replied, ‘But by all means do carry on.’